Woolstone

Oh to be in Woolstone As it was in years gone by Looking at the changes Makes me want to sigh I remember when I walked to school Under an avenue of trees And all the happy times we had When that jackpond used to freeze After school had finished Off we all would go Some would skate some would slide While others played with snow I know we had to make our fun But we found it all worth while Everyone was happy And each one had a smile Today all this is different They have so much to see They get so bored and fed up Not like you and me Today the child is not the same As we were of old For we were always taught To do as we were told I dread to think how things will be In the years to come For when you read the papers And see the things they’ve done But now the place is changing It will have another race I wonder if it’s ever going To be a better place All we can do is wait and see And pass opinions of our own If the city had not come this way Woolstone would be left alone By Jim Clarke Woolstone

 

Poems copyright Jim Clarke. Page put together by and copyright of
Yobunny, 1999. Updated August 2006